Stag Night

I had lived with Alistair for around 9 years and we had
enjoyed our relationship. We were close but had enjoyed
some sexual fun both in threesomes and, as we both
travelled separately away from home in our respective
jobs, we had some sexual fun on our own.

We used these experiences to heighten our sexual
experiences together. I was never much of a predator
(usually waiting for someone else to make the first
move) but he was amazingly forward in pursuing people
when he fancied them. This had resulted in some unusual
subjects for threesomes including quite clearly
heterosexual, married men.

During one of our "kiss and tell" sex sessions, he
confessed that he had met a married guy and had had sex
with him. The sex had been pretty ordinary and with no
actual fucking either way. He was "straight" and in
fact had a fiancée. Though he told me they had only had
sex once, Charlie, as he was called, started calling
round to see us.

It was kind of odd as he showed no signs of wanting sex
and talked most of the time about his impending
marriage. He was a plumber though, and extremely useful
and we started acting like a heterosexual group of
three lads, going out for a pint and talking football
(which I hate). He would drop in and frequently found
gay people around the house. On these occasions he
would act extremely manly and talk about all the things
men do when trying to convince others how straight they
are.

He came back to our house after a boozy night out and
after even more drinks, I managed to persuade him to
take his cock out and got a little suck at it while
Alistair watched. It was an uncut and unremarkable 6
inches or so but I found the brief encounter highly
erotic probably because I had evened up the score with
my other half. More drunken nights ensued and on each
of them I got the feeling he was trying to get really
drunk so that he could use it as an excuse to go
further. Apart from some playful groping he would pull
back at the last minute (guilty conscience I assume).

Something odd happened, however when he announced that
he wanted to go on his stag night with just the two of
us. Now whether he had had another lads’ night without
us or not, I don’t know, but I saw the possibility of
some fun coming up until he announced that the night
would be the night before his wedding. Traditionally
here in Scotland, stag nights are a few nights before
the wedding day to allow the groom time to remove the
red paint from his testicles and get back from being
sent to the far corners of the UK with his hands tied
behind his back!

The night was a serious drinking night and both he and
Alistair were drinking heavily. I presume both thought
this would lead to them ending up in bed. We staggered
back to Charlie’s house and drank some more.

At around 1:30 in the morning, Alistair, who was past
caring about anything, announced he was going to sleep
with Charlie and would probably fuck him. I was told
that Charlie was "not up for a threesome." I don’t know
if this was true, or that Alistair wanted the prime
meat for himself but I obliged by saying I would sleep
alone in the other room. As a bit of a voyeur, I could
see other possibilities anyway.

With that, they headed off to bed, stripped to their
briefs. Charlie looked great (even drunk). He was about
5 feet 11 inches, well built in a light muscular sort
of way, he had a patch of hair on his chest. His hair
was dark mousey brown and very soft. I could see the
pubic hair spiral up from the band of his Jockey briefs
to his naval and his lunch looked so tasty. I was
frustrated but thought perhaps, once they got going, I
could at least get to the door and watch the action
from the darkness of the hall.

I waited for about thirty minutes to let them get into
the heat of it and crept slowly out of bed in the dark.
I headed down the corridor and from the light of the
street lights outside the room, looked into their love
nest. They were both flat on their backs, sound asleep
and it looked like they had been that way since going
to bed.

Something crept over me and I dropped to my knees and
carefully made my way across the floor to Charlie’s
side of the bed. I gently put my hand up and under the
covers very slowly until I touched bare flesh. His leg
moved slightly but his breathing continued. I lifted
the covers up more to allow easier access and
eventually my hand reached the lump on his briefs. It
was semi-hard. I freed more of the covers and started
to stroke his cock. It was soon brick hard.

I gently folded the covers back and in the process
revealed both guys lying alongside each other. I
released his cock and balls from the side of his briefs
and quickly put my mouth over his cock while stroking
my own hard dick. He was absolutely rigid and little
drops of pre-cum were coming out of the tip adding to
my excitement.

An idea suddenly hit me – actually two ideas but I took
them one at a time. I climbed on to the bed and knelt
in the space between both of them. I gently rolled
Alistair on to his back and did exactly the same with
him, taking his cock out and sucking it hard. He had
around 8 inches of thick cock with a foreskin that slid
back to reveal his head. He was quickly hard too.

I knelt there with a cock in each hand, stroking them.
I then raised Charlie’s knees and pulled his briefs
down a little. This allowed me access to his hole.
After licking my fingers, I managed my index finger
into him as I stroked. He was moaning quietly. The
sight of both these sleeping guys was a lot to bear.

I climbed up the bed and gently put my stiff cock
against his lips. They opened slightly and I managed
the tip into his mouth as I continued to stroke his
cock. I then returned to the side of the bed. As I did
so, Alistair rolled over and put his arms around him. I
placed his hands around Charlie’s cock and he
instinctively squeezed him. I placed my mouth over the
tip of the head and gently sucked up and down with my
finger up his hole.

Alistair’s hand slipped off so I kept going and was
rewarded with a little squirt of cum accompanied by a
groan and the he rolled over away from me to face
Alistair. I tried but could not get him to turn back. I
took my cock and lay behind him on the bed. He faced
Alistair and I spooned into his bum while wanking. I
came on his butt hole – a little too copiously. In a
panic I wiped my cum on some briefs I found in his
dirty clothes basket, covered both guys up and headed
downstairs for a drink of water.

All Hell let loose! He had set the downstairs burglar
alarm before we all went to bed. It was a really funny
end to an erotic evening to see them both pulling up
their pants as they ran to see what the noise was.

Of course in the morning, Alistair, remembered that his
pants had been down, and assumed that he must have had
some sex with the groom on the night before his
wedding. Little did both of them know – he hadn’t!

Neither of us had sex with him again and as we were not
at the wedding (probably a bit too risky for him) we
only saw him a couple of times afterwards. I still
remember the night though.

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